Why is it so very hard for some of us to face the darkness
That others carry?
Why do we label sin
What comes out of abuse, terror, shame and pain
That never was truly given space
Held, understood and acknowledged?
Why is it that so often we allow
Our minds to over-ride our hearts?
Why do we set ourselves apart
From our fellow man
Especially when she or he is really struggling?
And why is it that we lack the courage
To even love ourselves completely in our wounded self?
There are questions I have
So many questions
Lately
I question myself
As I see the defenses, the barricades, the fears and yes
Even the judgements
For God knows so much of my own life lies
In the shadows
But then again
The truth is that I am not
God
I am just this human dilemma
Made of light and shade
A piece of fractured
Poetry in motion
Yes Gods know
I am
Only human
Emerging From The Dark Night 